There’s no picture for this post so you’re going to have to try to see it in my head.
It’s rare to see something new in the familiar. It’s been raining here alot, so we’ve had a very green July, which after the dead one last year is wonderful. Plus I find that I love precipitation . . . of all kinds. Back to the original story.
During a rainstorm this weekend, the sun was also shining brightly. Normally, I look through a curtain of rain or mist into the landscape in the background. But this day, the sun illuminated the strings of rain, turning them into silver threads. For the first time in my memory, I was looking at rain in the midground. The affect was like looking at an old piece of scratched movie film. It took concentration not to refocus on the images in the background, or in the foreground when the butterfly came winging right toward my face.
I hope you get a chance to see the midground too. I’ve seen the midground before, also because of precipitation. Remember how it looks when you are driving through falling snow? It’s like going into hyperdrive and you have to be careful not to focus on the snowfall.
This wasn’t dangerous. But it was still phenomenal.